' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Inventions Of The March Hare Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I held the door open
with the palm of my hand

as if it were a large
magician's card

about to disappear.

She opened
her mouth

to speak...
but the thunder spoke

for her

its ventriloquist’s act
timed to a tee

lightning flashed
in her eyes

the storm outside
broke

like some big
existential joke

just as the storm
broke within her

tears trickled down
her face

as the raindrops raced
slowly down the window pane

mocking her crying

mascara'd tears
transforming her

into Coca
the Clown






as if this mask
was her real face.

'What the Thunder said...'

“Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih.”

She sobbed
even more.

I closed
the door.